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THE PLOUGHMAN (4) A ploughman dresses fine, he drinks strong beer ale and wine And the best of tobacco he do smoke; "Pretty maids don't think amiss a ploughman for to kiss, For his breath smells as sweet as a rose, a rose, a rose For his breath smells as sweet as a rose. A ploughman in his shirt he completely does his work And so loudly to the little boy do call, Saying' "Be nimble and be quick by the swishing of your whip And so merrily he'll rattle them along, along, along And so merrily he'll rattle them along," When our shears are shod, to the blacksmith off we wad And so loudly to the blacksmith we do call, Saying,"Be nimble and be quick, and throw your blows in thick And so merrily he will swing his hammer round, round, round, And so merrily he will swing his hammer round. When our shears are done to the ale-house we will run And so loudly to the landlord we do call, Saying, "Bring to us some beer, for while I am here A ploughman is always a-dry, a-dry, a-dry A ploughman is always a-dry. From The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Williams and Lloyd Collected from Henry Burstow, Sussex, 1904 @farm @English @work @drink filename[ PLOUGHM4 TUNE FILE: PLOUGHM4 CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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